The Pain Within

Tick tock, tick tock,
the seconds passing by.
Carry me on, to my swan song,
that fateful day I die.

Life is not grand, there is no plan,
just a bittersweet symphony.
Of feels that hurt, dragged through the dirt,
an emotional agony.

So alone I stand, a tired old man,
who awaits the Reaper's scythe.
Only then you see, will I be free,
of this prison we call Life.